~ALINA’S POV~
She was stunning. Tall, blonde, flawless in a surgically enhanced, high-maintenance kind of way. Her designer heels clicked on the floor as she stepped into view like she was walking a runway.
She tilted her head, eyeing me up and down like I was dirt under her Louboutins.
“We meet again,” she said sweetly, though her tone dripped with venom and barely masked superiority.
I arched a brow.
Already?
I rolled my eyes and turned to walk past her. I wasn’t in the mood.
But of course, she wasn’t done.
She grabbed my arm with a sharp tug. Her nails dug into my skin.
“I’m talking to you,” she snapped, tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder like a whip.
The guards flinched, one of them already stepping forward to intervene.
“Don’t you dare touch me!” she barked at t
